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Not a Good Day to Give Up Caffeine\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/b><\/font>
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Moving day. Started with a 5:30 a.m. phone call from an insurance agent in Boston who didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t realize area code 206 was in another state. Movers said they were showing at 8 a.m., so the night before was a rush to throw whatever was left in boxes. It was an emotional day all around, so we decided as soon as the movers were done, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d take off. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d actually seen a fair number of people in the previous week. People dropped by to say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153hey\u00e2\u20ac\u009d as we were packing, which meant a lot to me. But no \u00e2\u20ac\u0153good-byes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I was steadfast in the no \u00e2\u20ac\u0153good-byes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Walking through the empty house was surreal. It was completely different from when I first walked through it: the shag carpet was replaced by hardwood and fir floors, tobacco-stained walls repainted, new sinks, new tiling, new counters, new colors, new roof, new outside paint, a garden instead of the horrible juniper-filled lawn. Walking through the empty house made me realize just how small it is. Adam and I have all these grand plans for our new house, and on my tour of the old house, I have to laugh at all the things I was going to get done \u00e2\u20ac\u0153first thing\u00e2\u20ac\u009d that never got done. The cutting board sitting in the basement for the cabinets that I was going to replace right away because it was such an \u00e2\u20ac\u0153easy fix\u00e2\u20ac\u009d; the broken drawer I was going to repair; the medicine cabinet that needed hardware to shut. I wonder what Adam and I will actually get to in our new house.<\/p>\n

And yes, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m trying to wean myself off caffeine. On my last official physical while I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m still an insured person, the doctor suggested it.<\/p>\n

The Move<\/b><\/font>
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The movers took about 5 hours to load up the truck, which was surprising to me, because I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t realize how much stuff I had accumulated over the past couple of years (which, of course, would include Adam and all his belongings, but since I made him get rid of all his furniture before he moved in, I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think it was that much. Adam\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a small guy. In fact, when he moved in, before we were engaged, I was telling the Tweedle Twirp, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not bringing his bed or his couch\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 or his lamp, now that I think of it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What is<\/i> he bringing?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Um, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m okay with his Dunkin Donut mug.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is so he can never leave, right? \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGet out now! But all you can take is your Dunkin Donut mug. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have nowhere to sleep, sit, or read, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll only be able to have a cup of coffee, so he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have to stay!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d). It took an hour when I moved in. I roped about 12 friends and convinced them to help me move. Bill showed up and I said to him, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, guess what, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re driving the truck!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I may have been bossy, but that was the fastest move in the history of moves.<\/p>\n

While the movers worked, I lay around. Took a nap in the car. At one point, I became sentimental, so Adam and I walked down to Ballard Market to buy wax paper, so I could cut flowers from our garden to press. In our already overfilled trunk, right now, is a Seattle phone book stuffed with flowers.<\/p>\n

So Now We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re Off<\/b><\/font>
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So at about 2:30, we hit the road. We stopped at Barnes and Noble to pick up a Lonely Planet: USA<\/i>, since on this trip we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll actually stop along the way. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re also armed with Roadside America<\/i>, which was a present from my girlfriends. Our first destination is Wilson, Wyoming, which is just outside of Jackson Hole. My aunt and uncle live there so we thought we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d pass through. Rather than take I-90 across, Adam suggested we first go to Portland, and head across on I-84. That way, we could make our final pilgrimage to Powells, the finest books store in the world, bar none. The only problem with this idea is that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve only traveled I-90 east a handful of times. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve done the I-5 route millions of times, and it was one long reminder of what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m leaving. From leaving U-District (where I started the STP with Eugene, Todd, Scott, Laura, and Kate in the Montlake parking lot; Husky Stadium where I ran the Beat the Bridge race Mary, Jen, Sandra, Pam, Juliewa, Julie P., and Pam; the IMA where I used to play racquetball with Andy in my grad school days), passing through the city (the new REI where I suited up for my first local camping trip with Rico and Steve; passing the building my father named for me [\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Look at that tall building! I think we should name it the Jenny Building\u00e2\u20ac\u009d]; passing US1 and 2 in the International District, where I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve worked the past bunch of years; Safeco field, where Adam and I had one of our earliest dates). Different signs along I-5 make me think of other adventures: Yakima, my first wine trip with Barb, Andy, Steve, Rico, and Jill (anyone remember Jill?); Mt. Ranier, hikes with that same crowd, snowshoeing with Jeff; Puyallup, going to the fair with Marc. Yeah, yeah, now I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m being self-indulgent and sentimental. So now, let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s get on with this trip.<\/p>\n

Homeless<\/b><\/font>
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Did I say we were going to go to Portland? The great thing about working is you forget what day of the week it is. Which means you think nothing when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re husband says, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We should go through Portland\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 on a sunny summer afternoon\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 in July\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 on a Friday. Yikes. The normal 3-hour trip took 5 hours. Five very cranky hours. But we made it, and I exercised extreme control at Powell\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, buying only one WPA guide (which I sort of collect. I say I collect them, but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve only got 5 now. However, I figure 3 make a collection, so I collect them, dammit!). There was a beautiful pristine copy of the New Orleans guide, but it was on the pricey side and I actually already have New Orleans, so I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t splurge. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m collecting because I love the guides\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot for the value of the books (everyone know what the WPA guides are? They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re a series of guide books put out during the Depression to keep writers working and to encourage this new-fangled way of traveling: by car).<\/p>\n

So right now we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re at a Motel 6 just outside of Portland, on I-84, and today we continue our trip east. Notable conversation of late:
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After I declare a need to be entertained, Adam tells me a story of two of his friends who are inseparable.
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J: Why aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t we inseparable?
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A: Because when we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re together for too long, you get cranky and want me to go away.
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J: I think we<\/i> should be inseparable.
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A: You might want to think about that for a little bit, before you ask for it\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n

It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to be a long trip, folks!
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